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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Abolition Of Slavery In The District Of Columbia, 1862</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When first I saw our banner wave<br>Above the nation's council-hall,<br>I heard beneath its marble wall<br>The clanking fetters of the slave!<br>In the foul market-place I stood,<br>And saw the Christian mother sold,<br>And childhood with its locks of gold,<br>Blue-eyed and fair with Saxon blood.<br>I shut my eyes, I held my breath,<br>And, smothering down the wrath and shame<br>That set my Northern blood aflame,<br>Stood silent, where to speak was death.<br>Beside me gloomed the prison-cell<br>Where wasted one in slow decline<br>For uttering simple words of mine,<br>And loving freedom all too well.<br>The flag that floated from the dome<br>Flapped menace in the morning air;<br>I stood a perilled stranger where<br>The human broker made his home.<br>For crime was virtue: Gown and Sword<br>And Law their threefold sanction gave,<br>And to the quarry of the slave<br>Went hawking with our symbol-bird.<br>On the oppressor's side was power;<br>And yet I knew that every wrong,<br>However old, however strong,<br>But waited God's avenging hour.<br>I knew that truth would crush the lie,<br>Somehow, some time, the end would be;<br>Yet scarcely dared I hope to see<br>The triumph with my mortal eye.<br>But now I see it! In the sun<br>A free flag floats from yonder dome,<br>And at the nation's hearth and home<br>The justice long delayed is done.<br>Not as we hoped, in calm of prayer,<br>The message of deliverance comes,<br>But heralded by roll of drums<br>On waves of battle-troubled air!<br>Midst sounds that madden and appall,<br>The song that Bethlehem's shepherds knew !<br>The harp of David melting through<br>The demon-agonies of Saul!<br>Not as we hoped; but what are we?<br>Above our broken dreams and plans<br>God lays, with wiser hand than man's,<br>The corner-stones of liberty.<br>I cavil not with Him: the voice<br>That freedom's blessed gospel tells<br>Is sweet to me as silver bells,<br>Rejoicing! yea, I will rejoice!<br>Dear friends still toiling in the sun;<br>Ye dearer ones who, gone before,<br>Are watching from the eternal shore<br>The slow work by your hands begun,<br>Rejoice with me! The chastening rod<br>Blossoms with love; the furnace heat<br>Grows cool beneath His blessed feet<br>Whose form is as the Son of God!<br>Rejoice! Our Marah's bitter springs<br>Are sweetened; on our ground of grief<br>Rise day by day in strong relief<br>The prophecies of better things.<br>Rejoice in hope! The day and night<br>Are one with God, and one with them<br>Who see by faith the cloudy hem<br>Of Judgment fringed with Mercy's light</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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Above the nation's council-hall,
I heard beneath its marble wall
The clanking fetters of the slave!
In the foul market-place I stood,
And saw the Christian mother sold,
And childhood with its locks of gold,
Blue-ey..."></div>
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